Who?, par T.R.

T.R.

Who?

Am I blind or deaf?

Am I seeing right?

A so beauty sight

A sound like a breath

And eyes oh so bright?

Is it night or day?

I can barely tell

But I’m under hail

And all I can say

Does not ring a bell

Am I thinking sharp?

Do I see the doll?

Did I trip and fall?

Do I hear a harp?

Do I think at all?

Does she look me back?

Does she come so close?

Does my heart attack?

She cure what I lack

Or my comatose

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